She's so strange

And she wore a black moustache

And pilfered all the petty cash

She went to Birmingham

She'll soon be in the can



She's so cruel

And she knew what just what to do

And while the cats were all sniffing glue

They played their silly games

And now they'll take the blame



What she'd done

And she didn't know quite what she did

And they told her that she better had

So now she starts to cry

Without a reason why



She's so poor

And only now she's looking back

Sees her story on a paperback

What will become of her

There's not much left for her